[lit-ideas] Re: Sunday Twofer
- From: David Ritchie <ritchierd@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Sun, 21 Feb 2010 11:16:17 -0800
hymn number seven hundred and twenty one
bung up bung up for creepers
and catch their windings slow
bung up bung up till nethers
for aught were naught to go
fear not the slaughter bloody
twot sup his big big nose
and cheep of evening splendors
returns with dust of snow
verse two
sing ho diddle diddle
bung up bung up for creepers
and count your guardians slow
bung up bung up for ever
drive home with flag and pole
no moscow door will see us
or fires at camp contain
with rising song at dawn we
sow seed upon the plain
The Ants, but Not the Newts, Go For a Swim
Tis a forest where we live, so we have that set of natural laws, but
there are also human rules for domestic spaces, which is to say rules
for interior living and for surfaces that are interior to that
interior. In our garden we have big firs, three feet across the
base. Poisonous salamanders live in the ground below. They require
just a little caution when planting stuff. You just handle them with
gloves. Carpenter ants roam surfaces, seeking out rot. They get
everyone's attention, with their big black bodies and wandering
ways. The university extension program leaflet on this subject
counsels not panicking when you see carpenter ants indoors; they may
be only scouts looking for a water source. I caught one or more in
the dishwasher the other night and since it's not bob-a-job week, I'm
afraid I closed the door and just pressed start. He or she or they
found plenty of water.
David Ritchie,
not swallowing (see ref below) in
Portland, Oregon
http://www.caudata.org/cc/articles/toxin2.shtml
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